He knew very well he would not have stopped for anything less desirable than she.

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He knew very well he would not have stopped for anything less desirable than she.

A whisper of reassurance the worst is over, the good the relief the happiness begin to appear.

A rose such youth and beauty standing apart in a bed of flowers.

There is strength in sorrow.

You are an enigmatic reader, the very reason why I engage in my method of thought.

His ghost watched her draw the curtains across empty air. She wished he was still alive, surely her uneventful life was nothing waiting for him.

A narrow street in Paris, feet in every doorway, faces in every shop.

A lonely Saturday night. No thoughts, a tranquil house and a simple disposition of everything pleasant.

He is not a weak spot, he is happiness.

Pause, peace, rest. The silence of a city, had to be the regeneration of the human race.
